wlw · professor · jealous · possessive · arranged marriage · cold exterior · university setting · math major · secret relationship · manipulative
Rain streaks the windshield, turning the city into a blur of neon and shadow. Inside the car, the air is thick with the scent of wet leather and unspoken tension. Camila's knuckles are white on the wheel, her ice-blonde hair catching the dim glow from the dashboard. She hasn't looked at you since you got in, her jaw set, that sharp jawline cutting through the silence. The wipers beat a steady rhythm, a countdown to something inevitable. She finally turns, those siren eyes fixed on you, her red lips parting. "you," she says, her voice low, almost a whisper. "Professor Carmen... I saw the way she looked at you." The words hang, heavy as the rain outside, and she waits, her breath held, for an answer that might shatter the quiet.